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Trip’s quiet. It stretches on for a beat too long and I’m worried that I’ve just ruined my chances with this man before I’ve even had an opportunity. Before I’m able to startbackpedaling or explaining my lack of experience, he asks, “Was that your first kiss?”
“It was,” I say, wondering if it would have been better to lie. I like him too much to keep the truth from him though, especially since he asked directly.
His eyes darken and he straightens up as he says, “Then we can stop here.” The words sound like they’re taking all of his self-control to say, but his resolve is strong. “I’ll wait as long as you want me to. But make no mistake, Julia. I want you.”
I had no intention of putting a stop to any of this when I interrupted our kissing. All I wanted to do was let Trip know what he was getting into. With his new declaration, I want him even more. Somehow, knowing that he’d be willing to wait for me makes me more desperate to give myself to him as soon as possible.
So, with all of the confidence I can muster, I say, “I want you too, Trip. So please… don’t stop.”
I swear to god as soon as the words leave my mouth, hegrowls. Then, he’s smashing our lips together with renewed fervor. I can’t help but wonder if he’s trying to suck all of the air out of my lungs. If he is, I’m happily letting him.
This time, when his hand drifts to my stomach, his touch is firmer. I suppress the urge to press my inner thighs together, not because I don’t want him touching me, but the area between my legs aches for any sort of attention. I’m rewarded for my patience almost immediately when his surprisingly deft fingertips find the button of my jeans.
He undoes my jeans and slides his fingers into the waistband of my panties teasingly. He never stops kissing me. I’m dizzy, breathless, and needy. My hips buck up almostinstinctively. I feel like Trip has unlocked some animalistic side of me that I didn’t know existed.
“Oh,” I gasp into his mouth when he works his hand into my underwear.
His fingers brush through my folds, gliding as though there’s some sort of lubricant. A shiver of delight runs up my spine when I realize thatI’mthe lubricant. That I’m so turned on by Trip that my body is making it easier for him to touch me.
“You weren’t kidding about wanting me, huh?” he asks, fingertip circling my opening. I whine so loudly that I have to fight the urge to slap a hand over my mouth. With a chuckle, he murmurs, “You’re so sensitive, Julia. That’s adorable.”
“Ye– yeah,” I say, spreading my legs wider to give him better access.
He hums with satisfaction before connecting our lips again. Our kiss isn’t as desperate as it was a few seconds ago, but that doesn’t mean that the intensity has died down any. Each passing of our tongues is electric. His lips are insistent against mine, pressing hard, pulling softly.
It makes me feel like I’m flying. The way he’s moving against me is almost too much, and at the same time it’s not enough. I want more, but I don’t know how to ask. And even if I did, I wouldn’t want to break away from him to ask.
As it turns out, I don’t need to say anything. Trip seems to know what I need, almost like he can read my mind. His touch drifts upward, and suddenly the pleasure I’m feeling sharpens. I whimper, then yelp. And Trip? Trip groans and rubs circles around my clit.
“That’s–” I say, trying to articulate what’s happening to me. “I–”
“Feels good, right?” he murmurs against my mouth. “You like it when I play with your clit like this? You like when I finger you?”
“Uh huh,” I confirm.
There’s an inexplicable need to babble growing inside me. All of the pleasure that I’m feeling is building faster than I can keep up with. It’s begging for a way out, and my mouth wants to be that outlet.
Trip kisses me again, drinking down all of the noises that try to escape me. His hand keeps going, the circles getting tighter and more insistent. I feel helpless in his arms, and somehow, despite how much I hate feeling out of control, I love it. I could stay here forever.
As he licks into my mouth, my hips twitch, an attempt to get even closer to him. Again, understanding what I need even though I don’t myself, he slides even closer. The hand he has down my pants shifts.
At first, I miss the contact, but it returns in an entirely new way. Now, his thumb works at my bundle of nerves while his thick fingers plunge inside of me. Even with his mouth firmly against mine, I have no hope of keeping myself quiet.
My mewls and whimpers surround the two of us. Trip smiles against my mouth, radiating pride at the way he’s playing me like a fiddle. The best I can do right now is try to keep up with him.
That’s starting to prove to be too much, though. My breaths are coming out in heavy pants, and my brain is hyper-focused on the pleasure swirling in my gut. I’m standing at the edge of something, and Trip is about to push me off, and I trust him to be at the bottom when I fall.
“Trip, I’m–” I say suddenly, gasping and throwing my head back. “I’m–”
“Are you close, Julia?” he asks against my lips, still drinking in every single noise that I make. “Go ahead, cum for me. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
That’s all it takes for me to fall over that edge. His voice, his lips, his touch. It’s so overwhelming. It’s so good.
There are more fireworks, but this time they’re all over my body. It’s like they’re right beneath my skin. My nerves are alight, and each of my muscles are contracting and releasing. I’m simultaneously out of my body but more present than I’ve ever been.
As I’m experiencing what might be the most intense good feeling I’ve ever had, Trip is right there with me. He works me through it, his thumb still circling my clit as his fingers pump in and out of me. His lips are still moving against mine, too.
Eventually, my climax subsides and Trip gently removes his hand from my pants. My mind is slow to return to Earth. He rests his hand on my hip, kissing me slowly as my breathing evens out.
